Part 8 (1/2)
A dash of his tongue to the underside of her upper lip stirred up a pleasure-drenched moan from Bella.
”Angry you succ.u.mbed?” he asked against her mouth.
”When do I get to boss you around?”
”Whenever you wish, I shall do as you command. Except leave or stop watching out for you.”
”Anything I ask?”
”Within the realm of the possible. I'll not humiliate myself for you, so don't ask me to do something silly.” The brush of his beard across her collarbone drew a sigh from her. ”And just so you know, I prefer anything having to do with touching you and making you feel good.”
She did, too. But what could she ask of him? What dare she ask of him? This was a fantasy come true. Only, she'd never fantasized about a paranormal lover. Just a commanding one. A man sure of himself and what he could do for her.
And wasn't that the opposite of how she envisioned herself? Bella Reynolds, strong, capable, not about to take s.h.i.+t from anyone.
Unless he asked with that mischievous glint to his eyes.
He still leaned over her. She touched the base of his neck where the fine hairs flowed down and across his chest. She twirled her fingertip among them, liking the silky play of them across the whorls of her skin. He stretched his neck, as if he were a cat coaxing her to stroke him.
”You like that?” she asked.
”I should not admit this, but your touch...It gentles me.”
She liked the sound of that. Of taming a wild and wicked stranger. Because she still considered him a stranger.
Heck, she didn't know his full name. By now she should have looked him up on Google. Was Severo even a name? It was probably his last name. She couldn't decide if she wanted to know his whole name. Might spoil the adventure, which, he'd correctly guessed, she loved so much.
”Take off your s.h.i.+rt,” she decided. Bella grinned, savoring the empowerment she hadn't thought he would allow her.
The small black b.u.t.tons slid from their slots faster than she thought possible. s.h.i.+rt abandoned on the ground before the lounge chair, her wicked stranger smiled in antic.i.p.ation and waited for direction.
This was too easy. This wasn't empowerment. The man was just plain h.o.r.n.y. He'd strip naked for her if she asked.
However, nothing was wrong with a better view of this guy's ripped body. She ran her fingers across his chest, raking her nails over his tiny rigid nipples. He clenched his jaw and gave her quick kisses to her chin and at her earlobe.
”I've never touched a man with chest hair before. I like it. It's so masculine.”
”Your touch renders me hungry for more, sweet. What is your next command?”
”Hmm, take off my s.h.i.+rt,” she said, sliding up a knee to hug his hip. ”And that's it for tonight. Deal? s.h.i.+rts off, nothing else.”
”Second base. I can live with that.”
”You'd better not make me regret it.”
”Never.”
She lifted her arms as he tugged off her T-s.h.i.+rt. The air swirled across her bare b.r.e.a.s.t.s, only to be quickly replaced by his hot mouth on her nipple.
Arching her back lifted her breast up against his mouth, and he answered her plea with insistent suckling and a gentle tweak to the other one with his thumb.
”Your b.r.e.a.s.t.s are gorgeous. I could feast upon them all day and night and never wish for more.”
”Sweet talker, you. Oh, mercy, that's good. That tongue of yours makes me tingle all over.”
”Tingles are for amateurs. I'm going to make you come, sweet.”
”But we agreed second base was it.”
”I don't need to go further.” He lashed his tongue across her nipple and dipped his head to the left to pay the other breast its due.
”Mmm, your b.r.e.a.s.t.s fit my hands as if they were made for them. I like them this size. Small yet so round.”
With a hand behind her back, he lifted her and pressed her groin against his. The intense tugging and laving at her nipples sent exotic s.h.i.+vers scurrying through her body in all directions. He alternated between quick laps with the pointed tip of his tongue and long, sweeping tastes all about her rigid flesh.
Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were so sensitive to a man's touch, but more so at Severo's attentions. Bella felt his tongue all the way through her body as the delicious sensations traveled up, down and everywhere in between.
He dizzied her with his talent. And he was making her so wet that she clenched her thighs to capture the feeling, to increase the intensity that hummed there.
”Yes, squeeze your thighs together to make it happen, sweet. Come for me.”
No man had ever talked to her like that. But the words sounded so s.e.xy coming out in his husky voice and in a wanting, deep tone that hummed against her flesh.
Pus.h.i.+ng her fingers through his hair, she dug in and tugged.
He laved across her nipple slowly. ”Hot and...receptive. G.o.d, you are so sensitive, Bella. Do you feel this in your-?”
He used a word that startled her yet at the same time made her gasp with desire. Because he was right on target. The man knew what his touch was capable of. He could make her come merely by- Could he? She might have an o.r.g.a.s.m if he slicked his tongue a little to the right.A soft nip at the outer edge of her areola was what did it.
Bella cried out as an o.r.g.a.s.m utterly blindsided her and swept her up. Her body shook beneath his powerful torso. His hands glided across her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. He kissed them slowly, dragging his tongue around them and then up to her mouth, where he caught her surrendering sigh in his mouth.
Bella clung to him, gripping his hard muscles, as if letting go would make her fall endlessly.
He let out a smirking chuff next to her ear. ”You've never come that way before, have you?”
”Are you kidding? That was amazing. How'd you do that?”
”You're very sensitive to my touch.”
”No s.h.i.+t. Oops.”
He smiled against her breast. ”You don't use language like that, do you?”
”Never.”
”Do the things I say offend you?”